I was talking to one of my oldest friends who is a single lady in her 40’s. She has her own ranch in Colorado and horses and businesses. She gets lonely but says she has great fantasies during the long high country winters, mostly when she listens to too much Pearl Jam. Eddie Vedder has gotten her thur 10 years of a single womanhood in the middle of nowhere Colorado. She has a dog too. I think Eddie Vedder in the brain and a dog sound like a full and meaningful life.
My parents celebrated their 40th anniversary this weekend. My mother who really has always submitted to my father in everything and never stood up for herself when he bullies her is now starting to let him know when he’s being rude and insensitive. She calls it. ” Teaching the dumb bastard that she has emotional needs”. My Dad never noticed that she had emotional needs until she start telling him he didn’t meet them. He has been rolling his eyes every time she asked him a question or interacted with him while the TV is on for years. Now she tells him when you roll your eyes whenever she speaks, it makes her feel like she’s so unimportant and such an un-person too him, that she shouldn’t even speak because it takes up his precious time. I guess Dad didn’t realize he was rolling his eyes every time she speaks. Poor dumb bastard. Mom told him the other day she doesn’t feel suicidal anymore about their relationship, she feels homicidal. She says that now that his testosterone levels have drop down he’s a better man and less aggressive. He’s also 73 years old. He still likes to be in total control I’ve noticed. Mom said she looked for a card that said,
“You’ve been a real SOB for the last 40 years but now since I started to loose my mind and am unafraid of the consequence of speaking up and out, your okay. Thanks for driving me around to my Dr appointments and helping me not take to much medicine and find my glasses. Happy Anniversary you horses ass., Love Your Wife. ” Wow love is a many splendid . ..never mind.
I left this little blurb of deep thoughts on You Tube comments in response to the Neil Young’s Video “Fork in the Road”. You Tube Comments are a waste of Internet Space. No freedom of expression for butt heads. Off with there heads, I have spoken, peel me another raisin
Okay here’s the blurb: Art hurts, people are intolerant by nature, what ever you do, DO NOT THINK. Love your neighbor like you love yourself. Let Go.
There is a certain someone, that I have a horrible school girl crush and feel like a complete idiot over. Not someone that I will ever meet but a pure fantasy like my friend’s Vedder thing. Only I do not masturbate to this guys image in my brain, well not yet anyway. I have been waiting for him to announce a tour, hopefully coming thru my town. Mesa, Arizona is such a mecca for cutting edge entertainment, I even have a fantasy that he will play here. This is incredibly laughable. No one comes to Mesa, even Linda Ronstadt refuses to play here. Still the Phoenix area is not that implausable. So I want to check out this man’s Mojo and he will not even work it. He isn’t touring. I looked at Coachella but he’s not there either, big relief since I can think of nothing worse than spending the weekend with a vast herd of sweaty vomiting people in the desert for 3 days. It ruins the music for me to be around that many people. That’s why my rock star hologram idea would be so good. You buy the implant glasses and put on the performer of your choice, look at the kitchen table and Bob Dylan is there, singing you Chimes of Freedom at the kitchen table. You want Bela Fleck, Edgar Meyers and David Grisham trio in the living room activate the control and virtual concerts anywhere. My husband wants AC/DC in the garage while he works on his jeep. A little Rage Against the Machine playing in the hall way while I argue with my teenage daughter over respect and treating your mother like your very own punk bitch. The possibliites are endless. Knowing human nature and some of my girlfriends this concept in the wrong hands would be turned into to big dollars and softporn. Not what I want to see, Bob D naked on the kitchen table, well maybe if they can make him young. Wait NO, do not want to go there, however in my middle age years I would like the option of Bobby D. taking out the garbage and help me with the ever present duty of raking up the doggie do. His virtual reality image could go under the trampoline and rake out the poops there. I hate that job. I’de pay extra for that image. I could carry it with me when I go under there and really get it for real. But really, no crowds, no parking, no exorbitant cost for a Fat Tire beer. Just Grateful Dead in the Back yard tonight or Neil Young sings me to sleep tonight. Really decadent isn’t it. I could take Obama in the shower with a water proof headset and listen to the Yes I can Speech. Oh my God…. “Yes I Can” tra la la. You get the picture.
It’s disappointing when your only fed drips and drabs of someone’s art. Open up the flood gates and let the water come on out. Quit spooning it in. I can take it. I’m having a hard time in believing that life as it presently is, is as good as it gets.
